I’ve lost my wheelie-bin. As I write that sentence, I realise how ludicrous it sounds. I often misplace my spectacles, and occasionally drop keys and small coins down the back of the sofa. But a 240-litre grey wheelie bin? That’s going take some concealment. Though I do know someone who hunts for lost bridges, so I suppose if you can lose a bridge, you can lose pretty much anything. Surely the people crossing a non-existent river bridge would notice their feet getting wet. [Read more…] about Has anyone seen my wheelie-bin?